Out of curiosity a night time visit was in order, this time no bribe was needed, although when his shift finished, the guard came up looking for us, only to find the hatch closed and no ladder in site. Not finding us on the stairs, nor in the lift, he soon returned with a long iron rod. I wonder what he assumed we were doing up there? And what was the iron rod for?
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My sleep was broken by a knock, it’s 4:30 in the morning, I’m told to swiftly dress in clothes appropriate for a journey. It’s the day Gaddafi dies, it just hasn’t happened yet!